What a weird day
So we went for the scan. Mrs IVF, the coolest IVF customer ever, self-declared her stress level in the car on the way down was 1 (10 being highest). “Guess I need a bit of stress” she says. Getting out of the car, for once we thought that by the time we got back into the vehicle, we wold know where we stood. Finally a quick decision in IVF land.
We went in for the scan and I am sure this is not done deliberately but the TV hanging from the ceiling has readings in about font pitch 2. So we couldn’t see a thing. The mango princess was all over it. “What’s the reading?” she blurts, with stress probably raising to a 1.5 level. “7MM” says the nurse. She twists and turns that dildo cam thing and even publicly declares “I am trying to measure the biggest bit” but 7MM it will be after 2-3 attempts. The heart is back in the mouth. We need to go to the video judge.
Next test: ute blood flow. On the 1 day workup it was found that the blood flow to Mrs IVF’s ute was too high / intense (previously never diagnosed). She was topping 5.6 or so (they want under 3) so she has been off to the oracle (both here and in NJ) to try electro acupuncture to get that puppy sorted. Today – around 2.5 – both side. So result!
Next test: blood. The estrogen readings recently had been ok but not great. 419 two weeks ago and then 413 last week, (so good but not great)Today she was 1,100, which our chief elf commented when she called later was an excellent result.
So, we hung around for a bit, see if there was any kids we could hug for a while (not likely at the waiting room at CCRM, although you do see them occasionally), Mrs IVF got a swine flu shot and then we headed back to the car, none the wiser on what happens next.
With nothing better to do than wait (again), we headed down to the post office, (we needed to post some Christmas cards). We had used some cards we had bought before we moved to the US and I bought some new ones in London recently that were really nice so we just wanted some stamps for these. Christmas card sending “went IVF” on us. i.e Something you thought would be quick and painless and a tick on this list (aka reproductive sex) actually turned into a dragged out nightmare. Some cards (and I am talking something like 4″ square) were deemend “parcels” due to their size. Ok – charge me an extra 10 cents, but as they were going international, they needed a customs declaration. So thats something new for the folks back home – customs declaration on the chrissy cards. Other cards were “too small to post” so we had to put those in festive season (not) post office envelopes and then readdress everything. So all our friends will now think we are freaks, well, probably just confirmed it. Through all this, my fertile buddy, (who just announced their second pregnancy) pops into my head. I think how he just got a root (note: Mrs IVF thinks that “root” wont be well known so I will eaborate ” he had sexual intercourse”) and is now lapping me with his second kid, while we are somewhere in Denver, worried about uterus lining and writing customs declaration on christmas cards and just briefly I paused and thought “what the fuck is going on with my life? How did we get here again?”
Lunch, and its quick rice bowl from a local chinese place. With Mrs IVF knocking off all my broccoli (go lining go!) and we sat there reviewing the lining options. Green light and we are on: Yay! But 7MM isn’t great so do we want to “invest 2 embryos?” if it’s a borderline scenario.. Red light we stop. Really annoyed at the waste of time again, but we go skiing and we basically soak Mrs IVF in a estrogen bath from day one next month and hope it improves (it cant get worse right?). We came away thinking that to be honest, either decision could sit ok with us.
We wrap up the meal, get the bill, and a fortune cookie arrives. Oh, this could be interesting. Mrs IVF’s read “next year buy your christmas card in the US, ok?” and mine was slightly less clear …”There will be many surprises: unexpected gains are likely”. This is now being carried around in my wallet. Did I mention that this was turning out to be a weird day?
We needed a dose of ying and a chance to hang out with kids and “pick up the vibe” so we headed to the zoo. Fun afternoon. We got close to kids without looking like freaks, but to be honest, Mrs IVF loves her animals so it was certainly good ying…. but the call, where was the call….
So we are hanging out with the elephants and the calls come…. and here we go again…. “oh, hi.,… yes…” time just stops again for us” so, we are on then, excellent news” says Mrs IVF learning that verbalization of such things is very useful to the wingman. A huge smile appears on my beautiful wifes face and you know what, it was hugely infectious. We are on to the IVF superbowl!!! We made the final round. Mr / Mrs IVF vs mother nature and her bricks. Game on. Bloodwork thursday, transfer set for Monday. Preggo test 30th Dec. Lets finish this year on a high note.
We switch drugs now. Tonight was the last lupron, Mrs IVF keeps on the Estrogen patches, estrace up the wazoo and she starts the progesterone (wazoo), tetracycline and medrol tomorrow.
Thanks for your thoughts and responses I am sure that counted for a mm or 2.